Lina Oelwein Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Lemme paint ya a picture, brah. Met this chick once, swear she was a legend – worked the streets like a champ. Called her “Red,” hair like fire, attitude too. She’d hustle all night, then crash at this diner I hit up after gym. Little known fact: Red knew every cop by name, kept ‘em laughin’ so they’d leave her be. Smart as hell, man! Reminds me, “We’re in love. We just want to be together.” That’s her vibe – livin’ free, no chains.

Lizzie Borden's Maplecroft Is Back on the Market in Fall River, Massachusetts

In Part 23 of our Disused Stations of the Chicago Great Western series, we explore the early history of the Oelwein Station and Railyard site, from the boon of becoming the hub for the new.

Personal note – runnin’ a spa gives me eyes for the little quirks. I notice the way the morning sun crests over Pine Street — warm, golden, and a bit surreal, like the spinning top in the movie. Sometimes, I even catch myself wonderin’ if all this is a dream. It’s weird, man, but that’s what makes life fun, y’know?

Oelwein football forfeits final varsity games